Peeling Back the Busyness

Some thoughts about afterwards, for when we get there. Not that I think this is over, not for a minute, but I keep thinking about ‘afterwards’ and what could make it better than before. It’s kind of my job, as someone who spends so much of his time these days studying sociology, to talk about […]

Walking in the City

A conversation with a friend from University, Abi O’Connor Regular readers will know I’ve been walking in the city of Liverpool most of my life. From the tiny boy in Stanley Park to now and writing this love letter of a blog these past nine years. And by ‘the city’ I mean, like I always […]

We Live Here: A Portrait of Liverpool

It feels like ages since I’ve done this. Spent a whole day walking round Liverpool for the sheer love, joy and appreciation of doing it. Visiting some favourite places, seeing some favourite people and, all in all, having one perfect day. With occasional observations. Let’s go. I was with a friend who’s recently come to […]

Winter morning, Northern England

Winter morning, Northern England,Quiet frost has fallen down, Quiet scraping of the windscreens,Winter morning, winter sound. Winter children plead and wonder”Maybe will it snow today?”Probably not like it used to,Winter morning goes away. All becoming winter evening,After too short afternoon,Icy pavements walking home, thenWinter morning coming soon. Comes the morning one week laterWoken by transluscent […]

On Smithdown: Off the buses

Since last writing on Monday I’ve walked in all week now and it’s been great. Forty minutes from home at the Penny Lane end then all the way along Smithdown Road’s ups and downs into the university. I got the bus one particularly early cold and wet morning, I’m not stupid, but other than that […]

Votes for Women? Liverpool 2017

Not a long ago tale of suffragette struggle but a dystopian story from the Liverpool City Region today, expressed as a heart warming seasonal song, via The Handmaid’s Tale. Much more of the song later, first let’s talk. Now I’ve got no particular problem with men. I’ve been one, at first a boy version of […]